Chapter 5

In less than two weeks, one would never have recognized the apartment, so tastefully furnished and decorated it was.

Pepper spent most of her time supervising and shopping for the furniture and she was forced to agree that Amstrong-Heatherton really did his business as an Interior Decorator.

The whole six rooms smacked of luxury with rich brocades and imported tapesteries and oriental rugs. Heatherton was full of unique ideas and each was well and very cleverly executed.

Pepper was absolutely delighted with the radical change ... and not only with the apartment, but in her domination over the slave-like Heatherton, the man figuratively crawling after her from shop to shop, and also literally inside her apartment.

When they were alone, she would call him

'Heather' and insisted that he wear his 'at-home' costume in her presence.

This consisted of a dark wig of imported hair, high heels and silky panties, plus nylons on his scrawny legs. She had made him slave off all his hair except that on his head, and this meant now that his balls and thighs, plus his legs were almost as smooth as her own.

Pepper made him shop and cook for her as well as bathe her in the large modern tub. She even made him clean her vagina after she would pee, and several times after eliminating her bowels, she forced him to get on his knees and lick her asshole, insisting he drive his tongue deep into her soiled nether hole, licking and washing it clean with his lips and tongue.

At the end of three weeks, Armstrong-Heatherton was completely enslaved to this tall domineering female with the long, strawberry blonde hair.

The meek Armstrong was obedient to her every demand and whim and it was litt's 'rouble for Pepper to search for new and different ways to humiliate the cowering, cringing male.

Then, one afternoon, after having spent a harrowing morning with her business, Pepper arrived home and found Heatherton jerking off while smelling her panties and her soiled nylons, the nylons around his scrawny neck while his face was buried in a heap of her gossamer panties.

He was unaware of her towering presence until she coughed and he jumped up in fear! "So you like my undies, do you?"

Heatherton cringed and his once stiff prick dwindled almost immediately in size, falling limp in his clenched fingers.

"Yes."

"I think that's a nasty thing to do when I'm not here!" she exclaimed, kicking off her high heel and waving her nyloned toes at his mouth.

"Should you be punished?"

"If you ... if you want to do that ... punish me."

"That's what I'll do," she exclaimed, "but first chew my stockings off the way I like it, and then clean and lick my feet," she said, quickly getting undressed and lying on the thick rug in the bedroom, her naked thighs spread wide apart, her hairy pussy leering at the naked, hairless male, her swollen breasts hurting her as she watched the cringing male chew off her nylons and then lick every toe. and every inch of her naked feet.

While Heatherton swirled his tongue between her bare toes, Pepper masturbated her clitoris with one hand while the other fondled and mashed her large breasts, her breathing soft at first out as her orgasm began to tease her shivering body, her breath increased and she began to writhe on the rug, twisting and turning, kicking Heatherton on the cheek with the saliva-coated foot he was not sucking and licking.

This was an exotic ritual that Pepper really enjoyed because it was so humiliating to the cowardly Heatherton, Pepper wallowing in the excitement of a small male licking and tonguing her bare toes.

She also liked him to shoot his load all over her ass mounds and her cunt and then force him to lick up his own juices, teasing him mercilessly if he missed a single drop of his own sticky semen.

Pepper was also fond of teasing him about eventually fucking her cunt.

"When do you want to fuck me here?" she would demand, pointing to her open pussy, interrupting whatever he was doing, and Armstrong would shiver with anticipation, his prick, always in his hand at Pepper's instruction, leaping up and churning at the mere thought of being one day embedded inside her warm succulent pussy with which his tongue and fingers were now so familiar.

"Maybe you'd like to stick that cook up my asshole one day, huh?"

Usually, Heatherton didn't answer her when she teased and tantalized him this way, but when she referred to her asshole, sometimes bending over and spreading her ass cheeks wide apart so he could see her pouting, pale pink asshole, his whole body would quake and shiver and the ache and pain in his balls would drive him mad with desire.

"Some day it'll happen, little man," she would say, whacking his erect tool with the open palm of her hand, or tantalizing his asshole with the toe of her high heel as he kneeled on the floor, his buttocks facing her as Pepper would relax after a long days' work in one of her fashionable Tall Girl shops.

But this one afternoon in particular, after he had finished licking and cleaning her bare feet with his tongue to her complete satisfaction, and after she had masturbated her throbbing clitoris into a massive orgasm, she was suddenly very put out with the little cringing male.

"Sometimes you disgust me, know that?" she said sitting in an easy chair, still beautifully and striking naked Armstrong still kneeling humbly on the rug awaiting her next instruction.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he purred, his hand jerking off his cock while his other clutched his balls the way Pepper enjoyed seeing him, stricken with her domination, fear and terror in his eyes as his aching wrist beat up and down his thin prick.

And it was here that she noticed a lamp she had angrily told him to change at the shop in Which they'd bought it.

"It doesn't go with any damned other thing, you know that!" she exclaimed, kicking him in the belly with her bare foot.

"Now, call up the godamned shop and have them bring the other one, like I told you!"

Armstrong-Heatherton, since first meeting the tall, high-heeled Pepper, had been at her beck and call, morning, noon, and night. Although he didn't really live in her lavish apartment, he was present most of the time, and always wearing his 'Heather' costume to Pepper's immense delight.

He ran to the phone, his limp prick dangling between his legs, his naked buttocks quivering and his body shivering in fear of what could happen if he did not hurry to do his mistress' bidding.

"It'll be there in less than an hour," he reported to her. Pepper was now in the bathroom, sitting on the John, gazing through half-lidded eyes as Heatherton's fingers curled around his soft penis, trying to excite it into an erection which would please her as she moved her bowels on the toilet.

"Alright, go make me a drink!"

"Yes," he cringed and hastily left the bathroom. Pepper dialed her warehouse.

A voice with a thick Negro dialect answered.

"Is this Johnson?" Pepper demanded.

Johnson, Pepper's chief warehouseman answered that it was he.

"Get yourself over to my apartment. I have something I want you to do for me!"

Johnson said he'd leave immediately, and Pepper hung up the phone. She mused about the tall, handsome Johnson whom she had hired in the very beginning of her successful enterprises.

Johnson was a tall, very strong Negro with ripping muscular shoulders and strong, straight legs. She also knew he had a large, thick black prick, having seen it once quite accidentally when Johnson had changed into his street clothes one day when she'd been taking inventory at the warehouse.

She had marveled at the immense length of his black cock, and even in repose it was longer than the dildo she had used back in college. The purple, heart-shaped tip of his monstrous prick excited her, but she ignored the keen sensations that shot through her body as she glanced at it.

Johnson's balls were like oranges, but jet black, and the strong muscles of his heavy thighs also thrilled the lovely, tall white woman.

Johnson's broad black buttocks were also heavily muscled, and his hands and feet were like hams. He was a huge cask of a Negro and as good a servant (and a slave) to Pepper as she could have found anywhere.

Now, she mused, wiping her ass, she had other plans for this giant. Plans he'd obviously enjoy and she knew that she could trust him implicitly.

Still naked, Pepper slipped into her spike high heels. Over her luscious, voluptuous body she threw a sheer nylon dressing gown which reached down to her curvy ankles.

Parfuming her pussy and under her arms and then between the valley of her ample, flouncing breasts, she entered her bedroom and threw her tired body down on the black satin sheets. Then she pulled up the gown until her naked buttocks were revealed. She spread her legs wide apart and then sighed deeply.

"Heather" she called and her voice, as 'Heather' heard it in the kitchen where he was preparing her drink, sounded curiously gentle. He wondered what she might have in mind right now.

"Yes?"

"Heather, come in here with my drink, what's taking you so long?"

In a second he appeared and his eyes were aghast as he glanced down at he swelling but tocks, so enticingly naked. He could see her hairy pussy lips and her open asshole. He handed the drink to her outstretched hand.

"Would you like to stick your cock up my ass?"

'Heather' shivered with emotion. He didn't know what to answer. Hadn't Pepper earlier promised she was going to punish him? Did she mean that his fucking her up her delicious asshole ... was this the punishment she had in mind?

"Answer me, stupid!"

Again, Heatherton was silent.

"In that case, my silly fool, I've got a little surprise for you," she added, one hand caressing her bottom cheeks casually, then one finger lingering at the entrance of her asshole.

The door chime sounded.

'Heather' wobbled off on 'her' high heels to peep through the security hole to see who was calling....